normal functioning human

Good morning, world. It’s finally Friday. I’m on the couch, where I spent the night. I’m wedged between my pillow and Chaucer. He’s purring contently, because he’s a spoiled kitty. We had a little snow overnight, but only enough to cover what Shawshank had swept off the steps before bed.

I’ve felt weirdly off all week. I was sick on Monday and slept all day. Tuesday was better. Unfortunately, Wednesday’s long schedule followed by a shitty sleep overnight made yesterday a little rough. I woke up ok. I was having a good morning, and thought I was set for the day. Instead, I put on all the onesies and did silly dances.

The shitty feeling came back, and I felt really worn out in the afternoon. I took a nap and felt a little better, but that feeling was short-lived. By the time Shawshank came home from the main part of his workday, I was making dinner and feeling increasingly rough. I skipped his work function, and took a bath instead. The bath was lovely, and I thought it was just what I needed. I took some pics in the tub and did some schmoozing that didn’t pan out into any money. Sadly, by the time Shawshank came back from work, I felt like shit again. I took some anti-nausea drugs and set up camp on the couch, just in case.

I woke up at my regular time: two hours before I wanted. Pippin stayed on the couch with me for a while overnight, curled up behind my knees.

There was one bright spot to the day. During Wednesday night’s function at the design shop, I spent a while looking through a stack of blueprints that an architect guest speaker had brought with him. Shawshank told him that I was interested in painting some of them – the front/side elevation pages could be an awesome starting point for house portraits. The guy was very interested in the idea. While I wasn’t able to go to last night’s function, the architect sent a stack of different blueprint pages home for me.

I’m taking it easier today, and I plan to force myself to drink a lot of water. Hopefully, if I can get myself hydrated properly, I’ll start to feel normal again. I should have some packages coming in the mail today, and that’s about all the excitement I should be dealing with.